Do you know, I could have sworn I posted a poem here. Ah well, try again. I can't manage Nigel's circular thingy though.
Chain Reaction
I stand alone, unfazed and undepressed,
Descrying rubble smoking in the rain.
No-one denies the sorrow and the strain,
Now ruin grips our erstwhile little nest.
To anchor in the Islands of the Blest,
To be at peace! Misfortune’s heavy chain
Now batters like a hammer in my brain,
Now grants me neither remedy nor rest.
The blight, the barren years, the bitter blast,
The wailing winds of withering and wilt,
The encroaching night that cancels out the day
Yield chaos, and unbuild what once was built.
The serpent present swallowing up the past,
The guttering grave where once a future lay.
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